David's Book

By Antonette Smith

Our Journey to Oneness: How He Found Me is our story of how we were 6,202 miles apart; how our Father, Jehovah, Lord Jesus, and the Holy Spirit was talking to us about the same plans, dreams, and visions for our lives in their kingdom; how our meeting would be from afar--meaning, we had never met or seen each other. We had no idea He meant we were from different countries, that my prayer would be answered as I prayed my husband would know I'm his wife at first sight. As I opened my mouth to speak the words of kindness, Oluwagbemiga would experience peace like never before. Once he found me, his mind would be at rest because his lifelong seeking had been fulfilled as God promised him. As we share the story of God's unfailing love for us, we just celebrated our second year of marriage. We tell you about our waiting, meeting, engagement, wedding, and foundation building of our marriage, ministry, businesses, home, and family.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798886548846

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Davidand#39;s Book

Antonette Smith

Copyright © 2023 Antonette Smith

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2023

ISBN 979-8-88654-869-3 (pbk)

ISBN 979-8-88654-884-6 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Processed to Be a Wife

Not Just Any Man but a King

Process Intensified

Divine Instructions

Preparing to Close Several Chapters

He Found Me

Confirmation Period

Foundational Building

Engagement Period

Our Journey to Oneness Continues

Standing the Test of Our Faith

To our children and grandchildren,

We thank you from the bottom of our heart for your love and support. We understand our union was supernatural and shocking at first. Thank you for embracing the love of my life, my husband. Words can’t describe my love for you all. All our grandchildren that has given him their own special names. We love you dearly. Thank you for sharing your Tutu with the world, now with my husband.

To Apostle David E. Taylor,

Our spiritual father of Joshua Media Ministries International in Taylor, Michigan. We thank you for accepting the call of God on your life and starting a global ministry that has caused Jesus to visit millions face-to-face, that has caused Jehovah to come His secret place and work with you on earth like Moses. Because of your global ministry, my husband found me. He was connected first for years from Nigeria, then I connected from Mississippi. He tells the story of how the Lord told him to stay connected to this ministry, and he was gonna bless him through this ministry. He had no clue that it was the door to his wife that he sought, looked, and waited for, for many years. I tell the story of all the dreams, visions, and prophecies given to me to confirm my husband was on the way. Thank you for training and mentoring me for marriage and ministry. We love you dearly. We thank you for embracing us as your son and daughter, and we shall help you turn this world upside down for Jesus.

To my parents, Baba Sola and Mary Falowo,

Thank you for your love and support. Thank you for releasing me to accept the will of God for my life. Thank you for training me in the Lord, providing a solid stable family home. Special thanks to my father for releasing me to go pursuit my own life and path away from of village, customs, and culture. May you both rest in peace.

Love,

Oluwagebemiga

To my brothers, Rotimi, Pastor Kayode, Olaniyi,

Thank all of you for your continual love and support, for accepting my wife fully. For embracing her even though she is not of our village, culture, or country. Thank you for your prayers as I waited on my wife. May God bless you real good.

Love,

Bemiga

To Kingdom Purpose Assembly of Lagos, Nigeria,

To Senior Pastor Morayo, Pastor Peter, Pastor Ayo, Pastor Favor, Pastor Success, Brother Isaiah,

Thank all of you for your prayers, love, and support over the last sixteen years. We came from humble beginnings for the kingdom’s purpose. Thank you for sticking together through tough and rough times. Thank you for praying, fasting, and waiting with me for my wife. I know my union has taken years on years, but God fulfilled his promise. We see the manifestation of our prayers. Thank you for supporting me during the union of my wife. May God bless you real good.

Love,

Pastor Bemiga

Preface

To my readers, we thank you for your continual love, support, and prayers. I had to share this story of pure joy and happiness with you. You have read about all the hardships, ups, downs, misfortunes, setbacks, delays, and tragedies of my life. We must share in the great times together as well. This is the first of many books that we will be coauthoring, first with my husband. I have been asked several times to coauthor with several authors but haven’t accepted as of yet.

My husband, Oluwagbemiga, is from Ibadan, Nigeria. He is of the Yoruba tribe and culture. He will begin this story by telling briefly about his upbringing from childhood so that you can better know him as the man he is today. He shares many of his culture’s beliefs, customs, and systems. He tells of his life as he sought, waited, prayed, and fasted for me. I myself am amazed at his obedience, commitment, and focus. You shall see what I’m talking about. I will be sharing my process as I waited on him. I touched basis throughout both of my book series about my waiting on marriage. You can read them titled The Real Antonette Come Forth Volumes 1–9, and the sequel behind the scenes volumes 1–5. Behind the scenes volume 5 titled Made for Him (God uniquely made me for my husband), I take you through my process of being prepared to be a woman, friend, wife, helpmeet, and our role just as a woman, a daughter of God. In our journey to oneness, I go into great detail about what I encountered, endured, had to do, and went through to be processed and prepared for my husband, my king, my pillar, my best friend, my dear heart, and life partner. It was not an easy process, but he was worth every day I suffered, every tear I cried and broken heart I ever experienced. Sit back, relax, and enjoy our journey to oneness (how he found me).

Love,

Oluwagbemiga and Antonette Olusola

Upcoming Books

The Heart of a Woman Book Series

1. Raising Children as a Single Christian Mother

Many young Christian mothers find themselves single parents for various reasons. I myself was a Christian single mother for many years. So I share in all your heartbreaks, headaches, and struggles as you try to be a great mother. Keep your relationship and remain a life of holiness to Christ while finding yourself in the middle of a rock and hard place time after time. These struggles are very real. I will share lessons I learned, mistakes I made, compromises with conflicts, and changes I refuse to make while being a single Christian mother.

2. Marriage after a Divorce

This subject has been in debate for decades. As a Christian, do I remarry after a divorce? I faced this same dilemma before and after my divorce. Seeking counsel from various people in and out of leadership led me to more confusion. I share with you my years of struggle with my conscious, with my heart, with my mind, and with my reality that ultimately lead me to the feet of Jesus to get my answer of truth and my resolve.

3. How to Prepare for Your Husband

In every area of your life, there must be a time of preparation, whether for school, for a career, for buying a home, for childbirth, for travel. We spend more time on where to go eat than we do on who we will marry. We, as women, take more time on our makeup, clothes, and hair than we do on preparing to be a wife. But I want to personally talk to the single Christian woman in waiting for a husband. If your religion is another deity, you can still apply the same principles to get results. There must a time of preparation before you join your life to another. Marriage is the second most critical decision you will make beside your salvation.

4. Becoming a Submissive Wife

Being submissive is definitely a foreign concept in the twenty-first century. Being a submissive wife is almost extinct. Submission to your husband is not stupidity where he abuse his authority over you and you allow him. Being a submissive wife doesn’t mean you allow him to make all the decisions concerning your life, family, and home. I will explain real submission that you will receive unmerited grace and blessings from the Lord in every area of your life because you are submissive to your husband, your head.

5. Creating Intimacy in Your Marriage

Creating intimacy in your marriage is a topic that every married couple can benefit from. Many wives and husbands think sex is intimacy, making babies is intimacy, paying the bills is intimacy, and taking care of the house is intimacy. I know many thinks like this because I, too, once thought the same things. All those acts of service are performed in a marriage. Well, what is real intimacy in a marriage? I am glad you asked. I will share with you the many ways I have created intimacy in my marriage. Some were taught to me; some I learned, and they all are working for my good.

Our Journey to Oneness

(How He Found Me)

How I Found My Wife

Oluwagbemiga

Chapter 1

Drama Behind the Last Boy

Jeremiah 29:11–14

Life began with unpredicted challenges and circumstances. I was the fifth born in my family, as we were six in number five boys, and our last born was a girl. I was the last boy in the house and a favorite child by both parents. As a promised child as regards to, my parents thought they’d put to stop bearing a child, so all attention was shifted to me as the baby. I was treated exceptionally above my brothers because I was a surprise to my parents. My father was so curious about me. In so doing, he preferred to give me the best that belonged to him. Because I look just like him and he was so believing in his thought that I am a promised child for the family, and that was the reason why I was named Oluwagbemiga, meaning God has lifted me. But on my mother’s side, it’s the height because my mother was a very tall woman, and everyone in my family was also tall like my mother. Having had my father’s facial features, my brothers were not too happy, especially about the way I was always treated special.

But mind you, immediately, my sister arrived, and it was announced that my mother’s attention was automatically shifted to her completely. But my father still loved me and still protected me as usual. For this reason, she named her Oluwakemi, meaning God honors me. By so doing, my sister took advantage of her being the only daughter. As a matter of fact, she hardly worked and was not fully involved in the housework, most especially when it came to cooking until my mother made a roster for food preparation for the house.

My parent did not subscribe to discrimination by culture, that it was only a woman that had to be in the kitchen. So every boy in my family knew how to cook because buying food outside was against my family rules. My mother did not allow any of our family members to eat outside. She counted it as an act of irresponsibility on her own part if that happened, so we cooked almost every day in the house. To make this easy, we did a rotation between my mother, myself, and my sister.

She taught us some principles about submission, humility, how to become a teachable person in life, and how to desire and include God in all our ways in life.

It was after the birth that my sister and my mom stopped to ask my senior brother to go into the kitchen to cook for the house.

By the way, the culture in my land did not allow an elderly child to cook for the junior while not doing anything at that particular period. It was our culture that the youngest serve the elder.

My parents were great parents—so loving, so caring. My mom was very attentive to her family. We were never allowed to stay outside the home. We were never allowed to stay with anyone. My mother said it was her duty to care for her children herself, and my father agreed. My father was very loving. He was a military man my entire life. He served his country. He loved his country. My mother’s profession was a wanzan. She specialized in performing shavings, circumcision, and tribal markings or scarification. I would travel to many villages with her for her work. They would send for her once a child was born to come to do the circumcision on the males and female genital mutilation on the female babies. Depending on the tribes, the babies were indoctrinated into their ethnic group by being given his or her tribal mark. This was done with a naming ceremony to welcome the child into this world. I learned to practice my mom’s work and profession as did all my siblings. My older brother continued in her legacy, as well as my older brother continued in our father’s legacy as a military man.

Chapter 2

The Promise Reveal (Age Ten)

Galatians 4:28

All hell broke loose against God’s promises upon my life. I loved my mother so much because she was a prayer warrior, a believer, and did not joke with the things of God. She was not likely to miss a prayer meeting in the church, and her consistency spoke volumes about the things of God. The whole family loved her for doing that. We attended the same church every church service, but this faithful day, my mother asked for permission from my father to take me along to visit a prophet, which I don’t even know what that mean, but I love church and traveling with my mother because of her special treatment and care for me on our trips.

I got a lot of sweet bananas, crackers, and chocolates. I was glad when I heard her asking my father for permission. So my mind was prepared for the trip. And I asked her to prepare my shoes and chopping cloth a day before we took off.

In my days growing up in Africa, our parents didn’t regularly do shopping for family clothing. It was occasional toward a festive period like Easter period, Christmas, and New Year period. They prepared so much food during these periods. If one was so much happier in the family, he could only demand one special thing like those chopping cloth for outing. Chopping cloth was a very valuable African cloth, very delicate, that was preserved only for special occasions. It remained packaged and untouched until special occasions like Easter, Christmas, weddings, and such. Children preferred valuable chopping cloth than food for gift. They took proper care of them with the parents’ help to wear their best on special occasions. My mother agreed I should wear my best chopping cloth and shoes, so it was final. She not only wanted me to look good but feel good also.

Tip

Look over what was going on in me, young people. Be mindful of these six pointers while you were under your parents’ authority:

Always be helpful to your parents.

Make your parents proud of you and your accomplishments.

Never take them for granted.

Never publicly reject or disrespect them.

Develop an open interaction relationship with them from the start to the end.

Carry on their legacy.

Our trip

Thank God for my mother. She was always happy whenever I choose to go out with her. It took us a few hours’ journey on our way because of the bad road and traffic situation, but eventually, we got there. Behold, it was a church, and after the church service, we waited to see the prophet. Many were also in their seat for the same reason. And when it was our turn, we were called to the front row closer to him.

It was so strange to